*I want to intro here real bad but the inspiration isn't coming*
*Time to steal ghosty ideas from DbD and tweak them again*
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Star Wars and Warhammer nerd. Yup. I'm both.
Pronouns he/him. WASSUUP!
Titles bestowed by Drummer: The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
On a nearby hill, a figure can be seen. Tall and thin, covered in bandages with a tattered poncho covering its shoulders, it seems to be watching the activity of the town below it. An axe, seemingly made of the spine and skull of somebody with a blade attached at the end, is grasped in one hand. Its eyes glow ethereally. Red marking covers its body, and it seems to flicker in and out of existence, sometimes disappearing entirely.
Then it is gone, as if nothing were there.
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Star Wars and Warhammer nerd. Yup. I'm both.
Pronouns he/him. WASSUUP!
Titles bestowed by Drummer: The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
In a late night coffee shop, somewhere in town not fair from a certain alley, the lone shift worker is finally finishing up for the evening. The young waitress flips the sign on the door to the chirpily written 'Sorry! We're Closed!', and turns to go lock up the backrooms behind the counter, when she notices somebody still sat at a booth. She strides over and says 'Hiya sir, I don't know if you're aware but we're closed now, customers should have left 20 minutes ago.' She then thinks 'How did I not notice him whilst mopping?' She then continues with a firm 'You're going to have to leave now.' The figure looks up from the travel brochure he was reading and the woman gasps. His face is a pale blue, his jaw is loose and yet still incredibly tight, and his sunglasses glimmer in the light of the neon sign adjacent to where he's facing. Without unclenching his chattering teeth, a voice that sounds like it's coming from above her crackles out 'Ladies and gentlemen we are glad to announce we have found a new air hostess for our flyby of the mortal plane!' There's a great howling noise, like the sounds of hundreds of spirits calling out, or just a great chilling wind. As the woman falls back, the man steps out of his booth. 'Who are you? What do you want from me?' she cries, yet the ghoul stays silent, and then begins to breathe a light blue vapour, like a child pretending they're a dragon in the snow, which seems to pacify her slightly as it swirls about the room. He then slowly puts a frostbitten hand around her neck, and suddenly clamps down, ice shooting through her veins and killing her almost immediately. Yet her poor soul does not pass on. It stays within the body, and her glazed eyes go from the morbid blankness of a corpse to the icy stare of something else, with the expression of curious fear that the woman held in her last moments still frozen on her face. Then, as the pilot withdraws his hand from the neck of his new air hostess, a crackle of static pierces the wind as a new voice, one still like an intercom but now sounding like a woman's, informs the vacant street that 'My name is [GARBLED STATIC] and I am pleased to be joining you as the first member of the cabin crew upon our inaugural flight to the Mortal Plane! In case of emergencies, our Pilot Shiver recommends you take a Chill Pill, which can be provided to you by him or myself via a quick and painless death!'
[If anybody wants to roleplay with Shiver, he'll just be roaming the streets alongside his slowly growing crew of Frost Zombies looking for other 'passengers' or 'cabin crew', so he's hard to miss!]
In a late night coffee shop, somewhere in town not fair from a certain alley, the lone shift worker is finally finishing up for the evening. The young waitress flips the sign on the door to the chirpily written 'Sorry! We're Closed!', and turns to go lock up the backrooms behind the counter, when she notices somebody still sat at a booth. She strides over and says 'Hiya sir, I don't know if you're aware but we're closed now, customers should have left 20 minutes ago.' She then thinks 'How did I not notice him whilst mopping?' She then continues with a firm 'You're going to have to leave now.' The figure looks up from the travel brochure he was reading and the woman gasps. His face is a pale blue, his jaw is loose and yet still incredibly tight, and his sunglasses glimmer in the light of the neon sign adjacent to where he's facing. Without unclenching his chattering teeth, a voice that sounds like it's coming from above her crackles out 'Ladies and gentlemen we are glad to announce we have found a new air hostess for our flyby of the mortal plane!' There's a great howling noise, like the sounds of hundreds of spirits calling out, or just a great chilling wind. As the woman falls back, the man steps out of his booth. 'Who are you? What do you want from me?' she cries, yet the ghoul stays silent, and then begins to breathe a light blue vapour, like a child pretending they're a dragon in the snow, which seems to pacify her slightly as it swirls about the room. He then slowly puts a frostbitten hand around her neck, and suddenly clamps down, ice shooting through her veins and killing her almost immediately. Yet her poor soul does not pass on. It stays within the body, and her glazed eyes go from the morbid blankness of a corpse to the icy stare of something else, with the expression of curious fear that the woman held in her last moments still frozen on her face. Then, as the pilot withdraws his hand from the neck of his new air hostess, a crackle of static pierces the wind as a new voice, one still like an intercom but now sounding like a woman's, informs the vacant street that 'My name is [GARBLED STATIC] and I am pleased to be joining you as the first member of the cabin crew upon our inaugural flight to the Mortal Plane! In case of emergencies, our Pilot Shiver recommends you take a Chill Pill, which can be provided to you by him or myself via a quick and painless death!'
[If anybody wants to roleplay with Shiver, he'll just be roaming the streets alongside his slowly growing crew of Frost Zombies looking for other 'passengers' or 'cabin crew', so he's hard to miss!]
Vlad watches this go down, still smoking a cigarette. For some reason, he chooses not to do anything about it
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
a mist rolls in, blanketing the streets. you hear the rush of water. you aren't near an ocean. you feel wet, despite being bone dry. the mist is higher now, almost to your shoulders. then you hear the creak of wood, the furling of sails. a ghostly pirate ship is sailing dow the street on an ocean of fog, a haunting sea shanty lofts on the air.
it stops in front of the dragon, a ghostly captain speaks; "we hear ye've got a, certain item that raises the dead. hand it over or say goodbye to your unlife!"
The dragon lets out another long, heavy sigh. "Squelp, I thought we talked about how this is supposed to be a secret." Another much smaller voice is heard, sounding defensive. "Squerb squerble! Squorb!" The dragon snarls. "Don't take up that tone with me, whelp. Help take care of it." It turns to the ghost ship. "Forget that knowledge. Your threats are useless. If I die, nobody will find it." The dragon lets out a threatening roar.
*intimidation check: 22*
the captain looks momentarily shaken
"exaclty. we wont kill you. we still have a preist on board from our last voyage. he may not be able to exorsise a soul such as yourself, but your little... beak? will do nicely"
he turns to a sheet ghost crewmate. "fech father north! make it snappy!"
The dragon's kindly visage disappears. "Oh, I think you'll find that 'my little beak' is quite capable on its own." A miniscule beak drops off the dragon's shoulder, growing larger and larger until it hits the water. For a minute, nothing happens. Then an arm of water raises up out of the ocean. As the water drips off, the arm becomes harder and harder to see. The ship's main mast is snapped off, and thrown into the distance.
*the ship is ghostly too, as is the ocean its on*
the captain looks extremely shaken. the sheet ghost crewmate floats up, with an elderly ghost in tow, and is quickly waved away by the captain. the captain produces a pocket watch, and check it.
"not long now. do you think it can go on land?"
"wouldn't know. only one way to find out."
"I'd rather not. TURN THIS SHIP AROUND!"
the ship dives back into the ocean of mist, and the ocean abates, crawling through the streets live a thing alive- er- UNalive.
The beak shrinks back down with a satisfied "Fwerble!", then seems to float crookedly back through the streets to its dragon companion.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
On a nearby hill, a figure can be seen. Tall and thin, covered in bandages with a tattered poncho covering its shoulders, it seems to be watching the activity of the town below it. An axe, seemingly made of the spine and skull of somebody with a blade attached at the end, is grasped in one hand. Its eyes glow ethereally. Red marking covers its body, and it seems to flicker in and out of existence, sometimes disappearing entirely.
Then it is gone, as if nothing were there.
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Star Wars and Warhammer nerd. Yup. I'm both.
Pronouns he/him. WASSUUP!
Titles bestowed by Drummer: The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
the mist crawls through the city streets, before stopping outside of the cafe Shiver and Vlad are at. the ship reconstitutes, the captain peering into the window
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Walter decides to investigate what seems to be happening at the nearby coffee shop, adjusting his pitch white gloves as he walks, a silent and patient determination sitting softly in his piercing eyes. He chooses not to speak, letting everyone else finish their conversations before taking part, as it is rude to interrupt.
Titles bestowed by Drummer: The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
Shiver steps out onto the street outside the coffee shop and is shocked to find that he's gathered quite the audience. The Frost Zombie behind him lurches forth, as he weighs up his options before a static hum from seemingly nowhere asks the trio 'Who might you all be? I thought this street was empty...' In his mind he's running through options; he clearly can't take on all three of them with just himself and one minion, so for now he's got to be civil about things.
Shiver steps out onto the street outside the coffee shop and is shocked to find that he's gathered quite the audience. The Frost Zombie behind him lurches forth, as he weighs up his options before a static hum from seemingly nowhere asks the trio 'Who might you all be? I thought this street was empty...' In his mind he's running through options; he clearly can't take on all three of them with just himself and one minion, so for now he's got to be civil about things.
“Vlad Walker, Exorcist. I saw what you did to that young lady. Wasn’t very nice.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
Shiver steps out onto the street outside the coffee shop and is shocked to find that he's gathered quite the audience. The Frost Zombie behind him lurches forth, as he weighs up his options before a static hum from seemingly nowhere asks the trio 'Who might you all be? I thought this street was empty...' In his mind he's running through options; he clearly can't take on all three of them with just himself and one minion, so for now he's got to be civil about things.
“Vlad Walker, Exorcist. I saw what you did to that young lady. Wasn’t very nice.”
There's a humming noise that sounds like a telephone line on dial, and it takes you a minute to realise that's the spirit actually humming as they think. Eventually the wavering voice from nowhere chirpily says 'Well, I'm recruiting passengers and crew for our voyage onwards! They're lucky that we're taking them aboard! So far we've flown in from the Frozen Beyonds to the Mortal Plane, but that's only the lay-by! Once I have enough souls, we'll be jetting off somewhere...further.' Although he's maintaining a cool demeanour, Shiver is nervous to hear that this man is an exorcist. Being exorcised so early off the runway would not be good at all.
Shiver steps out onto the street outside the coffee shop and is shocked to find that he's gathered quite the audience. The Frost Zombie behind him lurches forth, as he weighs up his options before a static hum from seemingly nowhere asks the trio 'Who might you all be? I thought this street was empty...' In his mind he's running through options; he clearly can't take on all three of them with just himself and one minion, so for now he's got to be civil about things.
“Vlad Walker, Exorcist. I saw what you did to that young lady. Wasn’t very nice.”
There's a humming noise that sounds like a telephone line on dial, and it takes you a minute to realise that's the spirit actually humming as they think. Eventually the wavering voice from nowhere chirpily says 'Well, I'm recruiting passengers and crew for our voyage onwards! They're lucky that we're taking them aboard! So far we've flown in from the Frozen Beyonds to the Mortal Plane, but that's only the lay-by! Once I have enough souls, we'll be jetting off somewhere...further.' Although he's maintaining a cool demeanour, Shiver is nervous to hear that this man is an exorcist. Being exorcised so early off the runway would not be good at all.
“Well then let’s make a deal. Only recruit those already dead, or who directly consent to it without any mind control or anything. If I hear you take the life of a living being again, I’ll pump you full of lead. And by lead I mean silver and blessed gold.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
Shiver steps out onto the street outside the coffee shop and is shocked to find that he's gathered quite the audience. The Frost Zombie behind him lurches forth, as he weighs up his options before a static hum from seemingly nowhere asks the trio 'Who might you all be? I thought this street was empty...' In his mind he's running through options; he clearly can't take on all three of them with just himself and one minion, so for now he's got to be civil about things.
“Vlad Walker, Exorcist. I saw what you did to that young lady. Wasn’t very nice.”
There's a humming noise that sounds like a telephone line on dial, and it takes you a minute to realise that's the spirit actually humming as they think. Eventually the wavering voice from nowhere chirpily says 'Well, I'm recruiting passengers and crew for our voyage onwards! They're lucky that we're taking them aboard! So far we've flown in from the Frozen Beyonds to the Mortal Plane, but that's only the lay-by! Once I have enough souls, we'll be jetting off somewhere...further.' Although he's maintaining a cool demeanour, Shiver is nervous to hear that this man is an exorcist. Being exorcised so early off the runway would not be good at all.
“Well then let’s make a deal. Only recruit those already dead, or who directly consent to it without any mind control or anything. If I hear you take the life of a living being again, I’ll pump you full of lead. And by lead I mean silver and blessed gold.”
The ghost winces and the static voice twinges as it explains 'That's the thing...corpses don't work at all, I need to put my crew on ice whilst they're still fresh and living, since to get them ready for take-off and looking the part, I gotta freeze a soul in place within a dead body before it can go soaring off to the afterlife to create the perfect zombie! I mean passenger!' The ghoul is clearly getting nervous, since there's always the chance that this exorcist might just send him packing when he sees that Shiver isn't going to be gathering his crew in a more considerate manner to the living.
the captain turns to Walter. "Unless I miss my mark, you're an exorcist. what brings you to the city of souls?"
“What brings anyone anywhere sir? The thirst for adventure? The drive for glory? The want for treasure perhaps? All I seek is to do what a butler must.” He says with a soft smile.
Shiver steps out onto the street outside the coffee shop and is shocked to find that he's gathered quite the audience. The Frost Zombie behind him lurches forth, as he weighs up his options before a static hum from seemingly nowhere asks the trio 'Who might you all be? I thought this street was empty...' In his mind he's running through options; he clearly can't take on all three of them with just himself and one minion, so for now he's got to be civil about things.
“Vlad Walker, Exorcist. I saw what you did to that young lady. Wasn’t very nice.”
There's a humming noise that sounds like a telephone line on dial, and it takes you a minute to realise that's the spirit actually humming as they think. Eventually the wavering voice from nowhere chirpily says 'Well, I'm recruiting passengers and crew for our voyage onwards! They're lucky that we're taking them aboard! So far we've flown in from the Frozen Beyonds to the Mortal Plane, but that's only the lay-by! Once I have enough souls, we'll be jetting off somewhere...further.' Although he's maintaining a cool demeanour, Shiver is nervous to hear that this man is an exorcist. Being exorcised so early off the runway would not be good at all.
“Well then let’s make a deal. Only recruit those already dead, or who directly consent to it without any mind control or anything. If I hear you take the life of a living being again, I’ll pump you full of lead. And by lead I mean silver and blessed gold.”
The ghost winces and the static voice twinges as it explains 'That's the thing...corpses don't work at all, I need to put my crew on ice whilst they're still fresh and living, since to get them ready for take-off and looking the part, I gotta freeze a soul in place within a dead body before it can go soaring off to the afterlife to create the perfect zombie! I mean passenger!' The ghoul is clearly getting nervous, since there's always the chance that this exorcist might just send him packing when he sees that Shiver isn't going to be gathering his crew in a more considerate manner to the living.
“Well then thats a shame. Then how about you only go after the morally corrupt? There’s always the mafia. Or I could just bust a cap straight through your undead dome.” He seems to be relishing the ghouls worry
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
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*I want to intro here real bad but the inspiration isn't coming*
*Time to steal ghosty ideas from DbD and tweak them again*
Star Wars and Warhammer nerd. Yup. I'm both.
Pronouns he/him. WASSUUP!
Titles bestowed by Drummer:
The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
Currently inactive for most of the week.
On a nearby hill, a figure can be seen. Tall and thin, covered in bandages with a tattered poncho covering its shoulders, it seems to be watching the activity of the town below it. An axe, seemingly made of the spine and skull of somebody with a blade attached at the end, is grasped in one hand. Its eyes glow ethereally. Red marking covers its body, and it seems to flicker in and out of existence, sometimes disappearing entirely.
Then it is gone, as if nothing were there.
Star Wars and Warhammer nerd. Yup. I'm both.
Pronouns he/him. WASSUUP!
Titles bestowed by Drummer:
The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
Currently inactive for most of the week.
In a late night coffee shop, somewhere in town not fair from a certain alley, the lone shift worker is finally finishing up for the evening. The young waitress flips the sign on the door to the chirpily written 'Sorry! We're Closed!', and turns to go lock up the backrooms behind the counter, when she notices somebody still sat at a booth. She strides over and says 'Hiya sir, I don't know if you're aware but we're closed now, customers should have left 20 minutes ago.' She then thinks 'How did I not notice him whilst mopping?' She then continues with a firm 'You're going to have to leave now.' The figure looks up from the travel brochure he was reading and the woman gasps. His face is a pale blue, his jaw is loose and yet still incredibly tight, and his sunglasses glimmer in the light of the neon sign adjacent to where he's facing. Without unclenching his chattering teeth, a voice that sounds like it's coming from above her crackles out 'Ladies and gentlemen we are glad to announce we have found a new air hostess for our flyby of the mortal plane!' There's a great howling noise, like the sounds of hundreds of spirits calling out, or just a great chilling wind. As the woman falls back, the man steps out of his booth. 'Who are you? What do you want from me?' she cries, yet the ghoul stays silent, and then begins to breathe a light blue vapour, like a child pretending they're a dragon in the snow, which seems to pacify her slightly as it swirls about the room. He then slowly puts a frostbitten hand around her neck, and suddenly clamps down, ice shooting through her veins and killing her almost immediately. Yet her poor soul does not pass on. It stays within the body, and her glazed eyes go from the morbid blankness of a corpse to the icy stare of something else, with the expression of curious fear that the woman held in her last moments still frozen on her face. Then, as the pilot withdraws his hand from the neck of his new air hostess, a crackle of static pierces the wind as a new voice, one still like an intercom but now sounding like a woman's, informs the vacant street that 'My name is [GARBLED STATIC] and I am pleased to be joining you as the first member of the cabin crew upon our inaugural flight to the Mortal Plane! In case of emergencies, our Pilot Shiver recommends you take a Chill Pill, which can be provided to you by him or myself via a quick and painless death!'
[If anybody wants to roleplay with Shiver, he'll just be roaming the streets alongside his slowly growing crew of Frost Zombies looking for other 'passengers' or 'cabin crew', so he's hard to miss!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Vlad watches this go down, still smoking a cigarette. For some reason, he chooses not to do anything about it
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
*The most unrealistic part of that is that someone used the word "whilst."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
The beak shrinks back down with a satisfied "Fwerble!", then seems to float crookedly back through the streets to its dragon companion.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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Star Wars and Warhammer nerd. Yup. I'm both.
Pronouns he/him. WASSUUP!
Titles bestowed by Drummer:
The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
Currently inactive for most of the week.
the mist crawls through the city streets, before stopping outside of the cafe Shiver and Vlad are at. the ship reconstitutes, the captain peering into the window
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Archmage of I CAST...!
Walter decides to investigate what seems to be happening at the nearby coffee shop, adjusting his pitch white gloves as he walks, a silent and patient determination sitting softly in his piercing eyes. He chooses not to speak, letting everyone else finish their conversations before taking part, as it is rude to interrupt.
The wrath is watching everything.
Star Wars and Warhammer nerd. Yup. I'm both.
Pronouns he/him. WASSUUP!
Titles bestowed by Drummer:
The Unstrikable Warrior, Expert of Dragons and Knowledge, Master of the Blade, Merciless champion, The Rising Power, Risen from the Depths, The Potential of Darkness!
Currently inactive for most of the week.
the captain raises his skeletal eyebrows(?) at Walter's approach
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Archmage of I CAST...!
He looks to the captain, raising an eyebrow of his own as the ethereal mist continues to swirl softly around them.
Shiver steps out onto the street outside the coffee shop and is shocked to find that he's gathered quite the audience. The Frost Zombie behind him lurches forth, as he weighs up his options before a static hum from seemingly nowhere asks the trio 'Who might you all be? I thought this street was empty...' In his mind he's running through options; he clearly can't take on all three of them with just himself and one minion, so for now he's got to be civil about things.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Vlad Walker, Exorcist. I saw what you did to that young lady. Wasn’t very nice.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
the captain turns to Walter. "Unless I miss my mark, you're an exorcist. what brings you to the city of souls?"
he turns back to shiver, "the name be Scurvy Dave!" he offers a silver prosthetic hand to shiver.
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Archmage of I CAST...!
There's a humming noise that sounds like a telephone line on dial, and it takes you a minute to realise that's the spirit actually humming as they think. Eventually the wavering voice from nowhere chirpily says 'Well, I'm recruiting passengers and crew for our voyage onwards! They're lucky that we're taking them aboard! So far we've flown in from the Frozen Beyonds to the Mortal Plane, but that's only the lay-by! Once I have enough souls, we'll be jetting off somewhere...further.' Although he's maintaining a cool demeanour, Shiver is nervous to hear that this man is an exorcist. Being exorcised so early off the runway would not be good at all.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Well then let’s make a deal. Only recruit those already dead, or who directly consent to it without any mind control or anything. If I hear you take the life of a living being again, I’ll pump you full of lead. And by lead I mean silver and blessed gold.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
The ghost winces and the static voice twinges as it explains 'That's the thing...corpses don't work at all, I need to put my crew on ice whilst they're still fresh and living, since to get them ready for take-off and looking the part, I gotta freeze a soul in place within a dead body before it can go soaring off to the afterlife to create the perfect zombie! I mean passenger!' The ghoul is clearly getting nervous, since there's always the chance that this exorcist might just send him packing when he sees that Shiver isn't going to be gathering his crew in a more considerate manner to the living.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“What brings anyone anywhere sir? The thirst for adventure? The drive for glory? The want for treasure perhaps? All I seek is to do what a butler must.” He says with a soft smile.
“Well then thats a shame. Then how about you only go after the morally corrupt? There’s always the mafia. Or I could just bust a cap straight through your undead dome.” He seems to be relishing the ghouls worry
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."